Millie, From The Office Ch. 02

I arrived at work bright and early the next morning, I had barely slept and couldn't wait to get there. I thought I'd be the first person in, but the lights were already on.

"Hello," I called cheerily over the maze of cubicles, "Anybody here?"

No answer. I swung happily into my cube and dropped into my chair. I was logging into my system when Millie walked in quietly behind me. Her hands were on my shoulders and she pressed her heavy breasts against the back of my neck.

"Good morning, baby boy," she cooed, "How was your evening?"

"Funny you should ask," I said, rocking my shoulders slightly, digging myself deeper between her sweater-clad tits, "I had a great evening. I got a stapler and I got laid."

I turned my chair to face her. Her low hung tits were at eye level and, as always, she was wearing a tight sweater and long skirt. I hugged her ass and felt the cool smooth material. I rubbed her butt curiously, there was something missing ...

"Not wearing any," she told me.

I hiked her skirt and cupped her wide, bare ass in my hands. The long skirt draped over my arms as I squeezed and pinched her firm butt. I rested my face against her protruding, round belly, her tits resting on my forehead.

Millie heard another early-bird arrive and quickly retreated to her cubicle. It was going to be a long day.

I found excuse after excuse to visit Millie's area and she never failed to give me a wink or a peek or even a pinch. My cock stayed semi-hard most of the day and my briefs were damp with excitement.

The sun was setting when the last co-worker finally drifted out. I thought they would never leave. I was excited, almost too excited, and I tried to look casual as I strolled to Millie's cube.

"Everybody gone?" she asked pleasantly.

"Yep," I said, again trying to be casual.

She pushed her chair back a bit and raised her skirt up revealing her bare legs and round belly. Her crotch was simply a dark patch, but I knew it was uncovered.

"Well then," she laughed, "Come on in! Come on down."

Casual left me as I crawled frantically under her skirt. She dropped the soft material on my head and spread her legs wide. I couldn't see anything, but I could certainly smell it -- musky and pungent, her scent filled my nostrils and I wanted to taste it.

With my hands on her fleshy thighs I leaned into her gap. My tongue explored her hairy bush, looking for her crease in the darkness. I found it and my tongue took a tentative dip. Millie was wet and warm and tasted sweet despite her musky aroma. I removed my tongue and nibbled and tugged on her dark lower lips. I bit at the roots of her short hairs, tugging some of them out playfully. I kissed and sucked at her inner thighs.

I ran my tongue along her upper leg, stopping at her knee. I started back in the other direction, passing my tongue roughly over her swelling clit before stopping again at her opposite knee.

I did this a few more times and with each pass her clit was stiffer and more sensitive. She moaned every time I touched it.

On the last pass I unexpectedly stopped at her knob and lapped at it furiously. Millie's legs were literally jumping as I flicked her clit passionately. I rammed my face and tongue into her. I circled it inside her and sucked madly.

She was flapping her legs open and closed against my head when I felt her first deep spasm.

"Oh, God," she said hoarsely, "Baby boy. Baby boy. Baby boy, what have you done?"

Millie exploded, her first burst felt like a blast of air -- almost a pop -- then she came in waves. My tongue tried to capture every drop, but there was just no way. Again and again she groaned and more juices spilled out of her.

She grabbed my head through the skirt and forcefully shook my face deeper into her crotch. Slowly, inevitably, her spasms stopped. She pulled her skirt up to her waist and my dripping, smiling face peeked out at her.

"You're a talented young man," she said smiling, "So, what now? What can this old lady do for you?"

Millie was at least 60, but she wasn't old. She was a large African American woman with uneven, blotchy dark skin. Her hair was short and dry. She had broad hips and shoulders on a stocky frame. Her breasts were enormous, but well past their prime, sagging dramatically across her protruding belly.

"Stand up," I told her as I climbed to my feet. I stood behind her and pressed my body against her back. My hands slid under her arms and into her sweater. I gently rubbed the firm sides of her fat stomach. I pulled her sweater over her head and tossed it on the floor.

I cupped her breasts, hefting their weight off her belly. I squeezed her nipples roughly through her tired bra. Struggling, because I hadn't unclasped the tight garment, I pulled her bra from her breasts. They flopped crazily and I pulled them into my hands.

With her bra still tight around her upper chest, I pulled and pinched and tugged at her amazing tits. I clamped onto her nipples and she let out a little yelp. Guiding her by pulling her breasts, I leaned Millie onto her desk. Her face was almost pressing against her monitor and when I released her tits they joined her belly on the smooth desktop.

"Ooo, cold," she gasped, shivering playfully.

I tossed her skirt up onto her back exposing her firm, wide ass. I tugged my pants to the floor and my fully erect penis sprang into view, its mushroomed head red and swollen.

I unsnapped Millie's tight bra and let it fall to her elbows -- it had left nasty indents on her back and under her breasts. I rubbed at them gently.

"You need a bigger bra," I told her as my hands swung under and playfully squeezed her dangling tits.

"Can't find one," she replied, "Not easy to find 'em that big. I wish I didn't have to wear one at all."

"Then don't," I said still fondling her heavy hangers.

"With these titties?" she laughed, "Somebody might get hurt if I let them flop about all day."

"Hurt me, hurt me," I grinned while slapping her tits together.

I was still playing with them when I leaned into her, pressing my stiff cock against her backside.

"Oh, baby boy," she hissed, "That feels wonderful."

I reluctantly let go of her boobs and pulled my hands to her hips. I grabbed the base of my cock and proceeded to slap my prick on her fat ass. I drug it forcefully down her ass-crack, rubbing it across her puckered hole and into her furry muff.

"Where do you want it?" I asked, pushing against her, "Front or back?"

"Oh, no, baby boy," she answered, "Not my butt, please not my butt."

"Butt it is," I told her, pressing my dick on her dark backdoor.

"What?" she moaned.

"Kidding," I laughed, "I'm kidding."

Quickly, I guided my cock to her gaping gash. It was slick and warm from the attention it had already received and I slide in easily. Her pussy swallowed my prick completely. Feeling little resistance I pounded into her madly. I was pushing her forward more onto her desk with each savage plunge. Her shoulder knocked over her thin monitor, but I kept going.

Millie was grunting with each thrust and her tits were bouncing awkwardly on her keyboard. My eruption was building and her grunts had become growls.

I grabbed at her hips and tugged her toward me, digging my dick into her wetness as deeply as I possibly could. We exploded together with tremendous results. More of her desk accessories got knocked over as our spasms slowly retreated.

I pulled out and Millie slumped back into her chair, her tits spreading lazily apart and rolling across her paunch. Her skirt was a tangled mess at her waist. She looked content, but totally exhausted. Her eyes were shut tight. Maybe, I thought, I had been too rough -- she was 60 after all.

Still naked from the waist down, I tried to straighten her desk. I righted the monitor and fussed with the other items.

She pulled me onto her lap like a child and, with her eyes still closed contentedly she gently rubbed my prick back to life. Slowly, lovingly and very patiently she stroked my cock. I rested my head against her soft chest and let her hold me. Her sagging tits were pressing into my stomach and waist and I liked the way they felt. She was in no hurry to finish me off, but before long I came -- not dramatically, but pleasantly; my semen spilling out in a soft line.

Millie let go of my penis, raised her hand to her mouth and licked my spunk off slowly.

"You had better get home, baby boy," she told me, still reclining in her chair, "It's been a long day."

I stood and dressed.

"And you?" I asked.

"I'm fine, baby," she cooed, her skirt still wrapped around her midriff and a wet puddle between her legs, "I'm better than fine. I'll be up in a minute. Do as I say - you get on home."

She assured me a few more times that she was okay and would be on her way shortly, so I headed home. I needed to get some rest -- that old lady was going to wear me out and I was going to return the favor.